Even if Brodie was the type to get righteously angry at someone for causing him accidental bodily harm, he couldn't do it with this one. She seemed to be already mortified enough as it was.
He really tried very hard to breathe and speak, just so he could tell her to calm down, because one of them feeling bloody awful was enough already. But, it took him some time to gather himself and slowly start breathing - painfully - so she continued to freak out in the meantime. Brodie even laughed inwardly at her confession of having taken pills, since when he did so himself, he usually stayed put.
If she was going to get anyone, Brodie wanted it to be Jamie, and that was definitely not happening because he would undoubtedly try to help without giving two thoughts about his own injuries. Out of the question. So, Brodie tried to shake his head very softly.
"I'm breathing." The Aussie's voice was barely above a whisper, but he was beginning to move, and that was a good sign. "Broken ribs." He explained, as he closed his eyes tightly. It really bloody hurt.
"Painkillers?" He asked her when he opened his eyes again. Sadly, only the drugs could save him now. Well, that was a pleasant thought... Brodie mused to himself.